The Woobiest Woobie in Woobdale
Title: The Woobiest Woobie in Woobdale
Author: nancygrew
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ATWt
Rating: G
Notes; Originally written as comment fic in Noah_Who. Copying it here. Complete Crack Fic. Does not fit into my 'Verse.
Summary: Nobody knows how much Noah has sacrificed for Luke
Noah lay in his hospital bed suffering nobly in silence. The enormity of the day’s events was emotionally overwhelming for the anguished young director. He heard people enter the hospital room that he had begun to think of us ‘his’ during one of his previous horribly traumatic hospitalizations.
"Noah, how are you?" asked a concerned Luke as he sat down next to Noah on the bed. Luke caressed Noah’s arm gently. Noah chivalrously endured Luke’s attentions.
"I’ll be alright," Noah claimed courageously. "I’ll have to somehow manage to come to terms with killing my own father but I don’t want you to worry about me."
"Well, he did try to kill me again," said Luke. "And not that I’m keeping count, but this is the third time."
"I know," replied a heartbroken Noah. "And it might be wrong, but I can’t completely regret killing my father in order to save your life."
Luke remained silent. Noah realized that Luke was probably feeling almost as overwhelmed as he himself was.
Noah selflessly tried to comfort the distressed Luke. "I can’t blame you for not jumping from the parking garage roof to the hospital rooftop in order to save me from having to endure the horror of murdering the man who raised me and taught me how to be a real man. I can understand that you must have been too afraid to react the way you should have and that the fact that I had to push my father off of the parking garage roof to protect you must be really difficult for you."
"Um, yeah," replied Luke. "Look, I’m glad that you weren’t too badly injured when your father pistol-whipped you after you made him mess up his aim by gently nudging him when he took aim at me."
"I’m glad you weren’t hurt," said the ever-stalwart Noah.
"Um, the bullet that he shot into my shoulder and that tore through flesh and muscle and shattered bone did kinda smart," whined Luke.
Noah kindly decided not to embarrass Luke by pointing out how emotionally and gay he was acting. Noah sighed sadly.
"Well, I’ve got to go," Luke told Noah. "Noah, I’m going to be at the foundation for the rest of the morning and at Grimaldi Shipping this afternoon. If you need anything, please call me. Reid, I’ll see you at the fundraiser this evening."
Noah listened as Luke left the room.
"Okay, explain to me why we can’t tell Luke that your injury has caused you to go blind again?" asked Seducer of Other Men’s Boyfriends.
"You can’t reveal the horror of the true extent of my injuries because of doctor-client privilege," the grief-stricken Noah explained.
"I know that, you idiot," replied the Amoral Sexer Upper of Other Men’s Boyfriends. "I was asking why you want to keep Luke in the dark about you being blind again."
"I can’t bear to cause Luke the inevitable pain it would cost him to know how badly his failure to escape my father ended up hurting me," answered suffering filmmaker. "Also, I know that if he knew how badly I was hurt, he’d realize how much he still loves me. I have to be strong and let him go no matter how much it hurts me."
Noah heard the Defiler of Other Men’s Boyfriends cough. "That’s so thoughtful of you," said the Defiler with emotion choking his voice.
"Promise me that you’ll take care of Luke," demanded Noah soulfully. "Even if you could never give Luke the happiness that I gave him, I love him too much to let him take care of and worry about me."
"Huh," replied the Debaucher of Other Men’s Boyfriends. "I can promise you that I always noticed the way you treated Luke and I can assure you that I really learned a lot form observing you."
"That’s kind of you to say," answered the gentle former barista.
Shortly after Ogler of Other Men’s Boyfriends left, a strange woman burst into Noah’s room.
"Hey," the woman called out in greeting. "Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry. I thought this was my friend’s room. But it’s not. Which you probably already know since you’re not my friend. Not that I don’t think that you wouldn’t want to be my friend. If you knew me. Anyway, her room is 213 not 312. I’m so sorry to bother you."
The woman let the room hurriedly. Noah wondered about the woman’s flustered reaction upon realizing that she had entered the wrong room. He considered the possibility that she had been completely flummoxed by his handsome looks. Did she think he was ‘hot’? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. He wondered what it would be like to be average-looking. Sometimes he worried about whether people liked him for who he really was inside or if they were blinded by his comely appearance. Of course, the woman could have just been flustered because she was a giant spazz.
Noah soon forgot about the woman and concentrated on the sacrifices he had made that day. No one else could possibly ever understand how he suffered.
Author: nancygrew
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ATWt
Rating: G
Notes; Originally written as comment fic in Noah_Who. Copying it here. Complete Crack Fic. Does not fit into my 'Verse.
Summary: Nobody knows how much Noah has sacrificed for Luke
Noah lay in his hospital bed suffering nobly in silence. The enormity of the day’s events was emotionally overwhelming for the anguished young director. He heard people enter the hospital room that he had begun to think of us ‘his’ during one of his previous horribly traumatic hospitalizations.
"Noah, how are you?" asked a concerned Luke as he sat down next to Noah on the bed. Luke caressed Noah’s arm gently. Noah chivalrously endured Luke’s attentions.
"I’ll be alright," Noah claimed courageously. "I’ll have to somehow manage to come to terms with killing my own father but I don’t want you to worry about me."
"Well, he did try to kill me again," said Luke. "And not that I’m keeping count, but this is the third time."
"I know," replied a heartbroken Noah. "And it might be wrong, but I can’t completely regret killing my father in order to save your life."
Luke remained silent. Noah realized that Luke was probably feeling almost as overwhelmed as he himself was.
Noah selflessly tried to comfort the distressed Luke. "I can’t blame you for not jumping from the parking garage roof to the hospital rooftop in order to save me from having to endure the horror of murdering the man who raised me and taught me how to be a real man. I can understand that you must have been too afraid to react the way you should have and that the fact that I had to push my father off of the parking garage roof to protect you must be really difficult for you."
"Um, yeah," replied Luke. "Look, I’m glad that you weren’t too badly injured when your father pistol-whipped you after you made him mess up his aim by gently nudging him when he took aim at me."
"I’m glad you weren’t hurt," said the ever-stalwart Noah.
"Um, the bullet that he shot into my shoulder and that tore through flesh and muscle and shattered bone did kinda smart," whined Luke.
Noah kindly decided not to embarrass Luke by pointing out how emotionally and gay he was acting. Noah sighed sadly.
"Well, I’ve got to go," Luke told Noah. "Noah, I’m going to be at the foundation for the rest of the morning and at Grimaldi Shipping this afternoon. If you need anything, please call me. Reid, I’ll see you at the fundraiser this evening."
Noah listened as Luke left the room.
"Okay, explain to me why we can’t tell Luke that your injury has caused you to go blind again?" asked Seducer of Other Men’s Boyfriends.
"You can’t reveal the horror of the true extent of my injuries because of doctor-client privilege," the grief-stricken Noah explained.
"I know that, you idiot," replied the Amoral Sexer Upper of Other Men’s Boyfriends. "I was asking why you want to keep Luke in the dark about you being blind again."
"I can’t bear to cause Luke the inevitable pain it would cost him to know how badly his failure to escape my father ended up hurting me," answered suffering filmmaker. "Also, I know that if he knew how badly I was hurt, he’d realize how much he still loves me. I have to be strong and let him go no matter how much it hurts me."
Noah heard the Defiler of Other Men’s Boyfriends cough. "That’s so thoughtful of you," said the Defiler with emotion choking his voice.
"Promise me that you’ll take care of Luke," demanded Noah soulfully. "Even if you could never give Luke the happiness that I gave him, I love him too much to let him take care of and worry about me."
"Huh," replied the Debaucher of Other Men’s Boyfriends. "I can promise you that I always noticed the way you treated Luke and I can assure you that I really learned a lot form observing you."
"That’s kind of you to say," answered the gentle former barista.
Shortly after Ogler of Other Men’s Boyfriends left, a strange woman burst into Noah’s room.
"Hey," the woman called out in greeting. "Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry. I thought this was my friend’s room. But it’s not. Which you probably already know since you’re not my friend. Not that I don’t think that you wouldn’t want to be my friend. If you knew me. Anyway, her room is 213 not 312. I’m so sorry to bother you."
The woman let the room hurriedly. Noah wondered about the woman’s flustered reaction upon realizing that she had entered the wrong room. He considered the possibility that she had been completely flummoxed by his handsome looks. Did she think he was ‘hot’? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. He wondered what it would be like to be average-looking. Sometimes he worried about whether people liked him for who he really was inside or if they were blinded by his comely appearance. Of course, the woman could have just been flustered because she was a giant spazz.
Noah soon forgot about the woman and concentrated on the sacrifices he had made that day. No one else could possibly ever understand how he suffered.